Carson's sophomore year:

" Hurry the fuck up Kyler!" I shouted over my shoulder as we headed towards the lecture hall.

I was not going to be late for the first few days of classes because he was still slightly hung over. Dominic had gotten inside before us to save our seats while I parked the car.

Kyler put some extra pep in his step as he pulled his hoodie over his head and pushed the sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose. This would be our last time attending a party on a Sunday night if this would be the outcome the next day.

We made it into our class with less than a minute on the clock. I spotted Dominic in the middle row with his bag in one seat and his laptop on top of the chair next to it. Patting Kyler on the shoulder, I jutted my chin towards Dominic and motioned for him to follow me.

As we approached the step that our row was on I allowed for Kyler to take the seat next to Dominic so that I could take the aisle seat. Once I was settled in, I looked around the class and noticed three very familiar girls sitting in the row next to us.

Ayanna Heart, Jora Sanchez, and Skylar McKay.

" You look like a creep." Kyler snorted from beside me.

I blinked, realizing that I had been staring at her. Clearing my throat I scooted further down into my seat as the professor started up his lecture.

" Have you ever thought about talking to her?" Kyler asked as I watched her accidentally knock her pen off of the table without her notice.

It rolled over towards my foot.

Now, I didn't think of myself as a thief but... if she thought that she lost her pen she would have to borrow one from someone.

Bending down I swiftly picked up the pen and pocketed it. I ignored the look of confusion that Kyler and Dominic were giving me as I coughed into my palm.

That didn't go as smoothly as I planned.

" Smooth." Dominic's time was nothing less than sarcasm.

It felt like hours passed as the professor went over the group assignment but in reality it was only a few minutes.

"Your groups will be the people surrounding you. Let's get to work and not waste my time or yours please." He dismisses us to start our assignments.

" I'll do the research..." I block out the rest of Dominic's sentence as I overhear the conversation next to me.

" I can't believe you actually fucked my brother." I heard Skylar laugh at Jora.

" I didn't know." Jora whines. " If I would've known I probably wouldn't have fucked him."

Silence.

" You still would've fucked him." Skylar countered, sounding as if she was finding the whole situation amusing more than anything. "It's okay. I don't care as long as it doesn't get messy."

Jora nods." Well it won't happen again so you have nothing to worry about."

I tried my hardest not to make it seem like I was eavesdropping on their conversations. That was until Ayanna spoke up." Do you guys have an extra pen?" She asked her friends.

Please don't have an extra pen. Please don't have an extra pen. Please don't have an extra pen.

" I don't have an extra," Skylar spoke apologetically.

" Me neither."

Now what were the odds of neither of them having an extra pen? Slim to none.

The lord was clearly on my side today.

" Excuse me."

Be cool Carson. Be cool.

Turning my head I found her leaning over the armrest with a soft smile resting on her plump and full lips. I swallowed the dryness in my throat as it seemed like her lashes were batting in slow motion.

Immediately I was entranced.

She was so beautiful. So angelic.

Ayanna Heart was the type of girl that you could just glance at and she would be stuck in your mind all day. Ayanna Heart was the type of girl that turned heads when she walked into a room. Ayanna Heart was the type of girl that you radiated to because she genuinely looked like a kind spirit. Ayanna Heart was the kind of girl that you hated to love but loved to hate.

Ayanna Heart is the girl that guys can only dream of and only one person would be lucky enough to have her.

I took my time studying her, running my eyes over her glossy lips, her curly hair that was in a slicked back low ponytail, her breast spilling out her grey top from leaning over the armrest.

It was a test of my restraint not to stare too long at them. They just sat so perfectly and she wasn't even wearing a bra.

Stay focused!

And she was tatted... everywhere.

I was so weak for women with tattoos.

" Yes," I spoke, clearing my throat as she observed me.

Definitely wasn't discrete with checking her out.

" Do you have an extra pen?" Ayanna asked as we made eye contact. She tilts her head to the side and bats her lashes as she smiles with teeth.

She knew she was fine and I found that so sexy in women.

Opening my backpack, I pulled out a black pen and extended it towards her. Ayanna extended her arm as well and reached for the pen. Her fingertips brushed against mine.

My skin crawled in a good way at the contact between the two of us. It felt like my body was purring in response to her touch, craving more of it.

" Thank you." She grabs the pen from my grasp, trailing the pad of her finger along the length of mine.

Was she... was she flirting with me?

" You're welcome." I licked my bottom lip, smirking before turning to face the guys.

Kyler grinned. " I said talk to her not eye fuck her like you don't have any fucking decorum."

I'm surprised that the word decorum is even in his vocabulary.

I snorted at the hypocrisy. " Says the guy who fucked his sisters friend in our pantry."

At the mention of said incident, he leans forward, pressing his elbows on top of the desktop and stares in their direction. Feeling his stare, Jora turns her head in his direction and simply lifts a brow.

" May I help you?" She asked.

One would think that that would be a turn off for Kyler.

No. He liked his woman with a bit of bite behind them. He liked the kind of women that would get him hot and passionate. He had never really been in a relationship but from what I could tell he was one toxic motherfucker.

Just from looking at Jora I could tell that she was all fucking bite and bark.

Kyler gave her a glance over before winking and sinking back in his seat, proceeding to focus on our assignments.

" These freshmen have no idea what they're getting into." Dominic chuckled.

None whatsoever.

Turns out... we didn't know what we were getting into.

After walking off of the stage of our graduation ceremony, we were met with our families and the girls.

Ayanna greeted me with a hug, her scent wrapping around me as I pulled her into a bear hug. I inhaled deeply, never wanting a moment like this to end because all the comfort that I ever felt, I felt it from her.

My safe space. My home.

I was so crazy for Ayanna Simone Heart.

" I'm so proud of you," she pulls my head from out of the crook of her neck with a gentle grip on my cheeks. Her smile was just as bright and vibrant as it was that day in the classroom. " You are going to do great things, Carson Adrian Addams."

Gripping her chin I closed the space between the two of us placing two closed mouth kisses to her lips and the last I took her bottom lip in my mouth, sucking on it gently before kissing the center of her forehead as well.

" I knew that you were my favorite cheerleader for a reason." I smiled as she stood on her toes and brushed her nose against mine.

Even wearing heels she was still a little shorter than me.

" You should've seen me in high school then," she winked." I had the whole uniform and everything."

Why did I not know this? Why was I not informed?

This is blasphemous.

" I even still know how to do my splits," she continued as my grip on her waist tightened. "I'm surprised that you never questioned why you could put me in certain positions."

If she kept talking like this I would haul her ass over my shoulder, family dinner be damned and put her into as many different positions as I possibly could.

" You wanna be walking with a limp huh?" I brushed her hair behind her shoulder, smiling like I was the perfect gentleman for everyone to see but in reality I was about to have her screaming so loud when I got the chance.

" Don't tempt me with a good time." Ayanna stares at me with her chocolate brown eyes, her lips morphing into a teasing grin.

I didn't know what I wanted to fuck more...

Her mouth or her pussy.

That mouth was saying a lot of stuff that would get her pussy in trouble when I made the time for it. But her pussy no doubt had its own heartbeat right now.

Decisions. Decisions.

Ayanna's face faltered a little as I initiated eye contact. She always faltered with boldness when the eye contact got too much for her.

To my surprise she held it.

Oh yeah. She was going to get fucked right on to sleep tonight.

Running my teeth along my tongue, I chuckled and tapped the side of her thigh. " We're going to the penthouse right after dinner," I whispered into her ear, feeling goosebumps appear on her skin under my palm.

" I just love you two together." My mother gushed as we approached her. She pushed me aside and went in for a hug with Ayanna. " It just makes me so happy that he has someone so supportive, loving, and respectful as you. Ah! You're just everything that I dreamed of for my son and I am so glad that he has you."

If there was an I heart Ayanna fan club my mother would be Vice President, Raven would be President, and the group would be those die hard fans that would dox you like the Barbz do when people step out of line.

It just made sense that way.

" And I am so proud of you!" She grips my cheeks, pressing a kiss to each cheek repeatedly.

" Ma," I whined." There's people watching."

She pulled away with a frown." So what? Are you too grown for your mother's kisses now?"

I shook my head immediately. " I-I never! That's absurd but just like... not in public," I whispered, side eyeing my friends who watched with amused faces." I have a rep to maintain. You know?"

My mother patted my cheeks twice. She lowered her head, glaring at me through her lashes as she pinched my ear and brought me down to her level.

" Ow! Mamãe!" I winced as she brought her lips to my ear.

"Eu sou sua mãe. Eu não dou a mínima para a sua reputação, filho." She spoke quickly, releasing my ear as a burning sensation ran through it.

— I am your mother. I don't give a flying rat's ass about your reputation.

To make matters worse, Ayana glared at me as well."Apologize," she crossed her arms as she leveled a look in me that read I wouldn't be getting any tonight.

" Me desculpe mamãe. Me perdoe?" I smiled, making prayer hands because I really wanted to have sexy time tonight.

— I'm sorry mom. Forgive me?

" I'll think about it," she waves me off as my father finally joins in and saves me from this embarrassing spectacle.

" Now you know better than to reject your mother's affection," he chuckled heartily, smacking my shoulder as he pulled me into a side hug.

My mother was a very affectionate woman. She was outgoing, feisty when needed, a sweetheart when deserved. And she loved hard.

She loved showering her loved ones in gifts, baking because she was ten times better at that than cooking, and she loved to humble people left and right.

" You know it hurts her feelings a little bit knowing that you are all grown up and don't need her for much now," he sideyed me knowing that his guilt tripping was working.

" That's not fair," I laughed as he shrugged.

" It is to me. You won't have to hear her whining about it later on," my father joked as I rolled my eyes.

Of course.

" I'll always need her," I turned my head from my father to observe my mother and Ayanna's mother converse with her. " And you. Especially since I look up to you and mom so much."

I wanted a love like theirs.

A love that could survive anything.

Sure there are some slight differences between their relationship and mine. My father was simply an old college basketball player turned multi- millionaire CEO. His hobby was basketball but it was never his passion.

They didn't have social media back then so their relationship was never scrutinized or judged online like mine is but they've had their fair share of problems.

My father always treated my mother with love and respect and that's how I aspired to be with my girl.

She deserved the world. No.The whole damn galaxy.I couldn't give her the galaxy but U would damn well try.

My kids would grow up how I did. They would grow up with nothing but admiration for how I would treat their mother.

" Out of all of the lessons that I've taught you,"

my father clasped my shoulders as we walked towards the parking lot. " I'm glad that you paid close attention to how to treat your woman."

" I'd say that I treat her pretty damn good." The double meaning behind my statement went unnoticed and that's the beauty of the relationship with my father.

He could be so damn clueless at times.

" Can we walk a little faster here?" Dominic snapped his fingers impatiently as he stood next to the passenger side of his car. " I'm hungry and I need a nap. Let's go before I die of starvation."

How dramatic of him.

Family dinner couldn't go by fast enough.

Carson had been giving me small teasing touches at the dinner table all night. My skin was hot and my heart was pounding like it was going to bust out of my chest at any moment.

The car ride from the restaurant to the penthouse was anything but fun when the tension was thick as fuck.

And to make matters worse... the fucking traffic tonight.

Just watching Carson shift gears was an odd turn on for me. The way he gripped the gear shift and his veins bulged had me rubbing my thighs together as I gripped the material of my dress.

And the cocky lopsided smirk of his that he didn't bother hiding had my stomach churning with anticipation to no ends. I was going to get fucked so good tonight.

When we finally parked in the garage of the penthouse Carson practically yanked me out of the car and threw me over his shoulder.

" This has got to stop Carson! I'm sure that some type of brain damage can be caused from this over time." I yelled as I stared at his ass...

What if I just?

No. No. I can't do that.

But it's so tempting and right there.

" We can always take that up with Marcus who spent his last four years of college studying neuroscience while juggling basketball." Carson simply finishes up as I bring my hand down on his ass.

Probably wasn't the wasn't the wisest decision given my position.

He brought his hand hardly down on my bare ass due to my dress rising up and squeezed it equally as hard. My ass cheek was on fire as the burn of the sting traveled underneath my skin.

And then he gripped my thighs and slid me to his waist in a move so effortless that I didn't even have time to realize that it happened until I was face to face with him and my legs were wrapped around his waist.

" You're going to get it, Angel," he placed a too innocent kiss on my lips when he was behaving anything but innocent in the moment.

" Am I?" I leaned my forehead against his as the elevator doors opened up.

Carson simply ignores me and grabs my neck in his hand. He squeezes gently as he runs his thumb and up and down the column of my neck softly. A sadistic like grin spread on his lips as he walked the opposite direction of the floating staircase...

and towards the kitchen counter.

" I think we should try out my favorite sex position for real this time." My eyes widened in realization as we approached the grey marble countertop.

" You're favorite sex position is actually on the countertop?" I hold on tightly to his shoulders as he places me on top of the counter. " How many girls have you tried it out with?"

I wanted to be the only girl that he tried it out with. I wanted him to try out all of his fantasies with me and only me.

" None," he admits as he pulls my thighs apart roughly.

My fingers drift from his shoulders and continue down his hard and chiseled body and make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his tattoos under the white shirt. I ripped the shirt clean off of his body and ran my fingers over his soft skin as he worked on my zipper.

His fingers trailed my skin gently despite his quick actions of trying to remove my dress. He pulled the top of my dress down roughly causing my breast to jiggle in my lace bra.

" God your ass is fucking amazing but your breast are fucking magnificent." He pulls my bra strap down my shoulders slowly. The anticipation brewed in my stomach and my pussy was throbbing at an unbearable pace.

" Correction," his eyes flicker mine, freezing me in my place. " Your entire body is fucking magnificent. I'll always worship the ground that you walk on Angel."

His mouth hovers over my breast, licking his lips as he closes in on the space between us. " You know that right? You know that I'll do anything for you and to make you happy."

Carson takes my breast into his mouth, sucking on it softly as he swirls his tongue around my nipple. My eyes closed as at the feeling of his tongue running over my breast and his lips sucking on my supple skin before he pulled and blew softly on the bruise that was forming.

I bowed my head, watching as he trailed his kisses down my stomach and his tattooed hands pushed the bottom half of my dress up to my waist, bunching it at the sides.

His fingers brushed over my thighs as I let out a small whimper. The ache in my pussy had been brewing over the course of dinner and the car ride, his small movements were doing so much but so little at the same time.

My eyes fluttered shut and my lips parted as he continued to press soft kisses along my thighs, running his tongue over the area that he presses gentle kisses over.